I am on vacation. Get OUT.
June 24th, 2007
I made it to Stray Dime Island. How pretty is it?!
No, I’m at the Barrett Family Compound (BFC, which also stands for big fucking cabin) in New Buffalo, MI, hard at work in the fields of eating, drinking, and developing skin cancer. This is my first official “vacation” all year! I plan on using it to avoid any houeshold duty whatsoever. My dad’ll be like, “Yo, A, how ’bout a refill on ice water?” and I’ll wince and shake my head, “Sorry,” even though I’ll be standing at the sink, spitting cherry pits that don’t belong in the sink into the sink. Or Dee will cry out, “Annie! Cut yourself a phat slice of raspberry-almond danish!” and I’ll glare at her from my perch on the couch, then point to myself with both index fingers with a powerful smirk that clearly conveys: “ON VACATION.” She will then serve it to me with a fork, and I will laugh and laugh, but not hard enough to make my stomach muscles exert themselves, because that’d be like… working.
June 27th, 2007 at 2:43 am
i’m supposed to be there with you next week…damn you gillian and your mystery novel success!! if i’m lucky you’ll invite to the compound again. ah, i do love a compound.
June 27th, 2007 at 4:56 am
You’re forever invited! So is Gillian. I love it with her even though we’ve never met. Maybe I could call her “Gil” like Anne of Green Gables calls Gilbert Blythe. Maybe we could work up to that.